The door to the generator area slid open, revealing the killer known as Jase Denora. His black, shoulder length hair and cloak fluttered from the energy sent off by the power station. His cold, grey eyes reflected no emotion as he looked upon the man standing mere meters from him. Jase's left hand gripped a purple bladed lightsaber, it's blade glowing and humming softly. His right hand gripped the severed head of a particularly annoying Gungan. " Well, Sywalker," Jase said blankly, " have you decided to stop running?" With that, Jase threw the Gungan head into a power field, watching it disintegrate. " I thought that thing would never shut up."_________________

Luke didn't so much as bat an eyelid as the Gungan's head disintegrated. One small, very small, part of him was happy that at last the annoying creature was no longer a threat to the sanity of people everywhere.
Sliding his own black cloak from his shoulders, Luke reached over slightly, his lightsaber hilt jumping into his hand as if an invisible force had commanded such.
The emerald blade shot out of the hilt with a menacing snap-hiss, light and sound emanating from the blade created an electrical hum that almost echoed in the empty rooms surrounding the two Jedi. If he were the legendary Mace Windu Luke'd probably say something like "get these motherfrakking Sith off this motherfrakking planet" or something simple like "bring it, motherfrakker" Luke however went for the somewhat weaker, yet more traditional statement, "your move. Sith."_________________

Jase shook his head slightly, closing his grey eyes and taking a deep breath. He would have gone on about titles and how little thye meant to him. The names given to those who used the Force in differing ways. However, he didn't quite care for mindless exposition. Bringing the purple blade that once belonged to a legendary Jedi Master up to face his opponent, he spoke. " So now, you finally die." With that, h lunged forward with incredible speed, lashing out with the blade in a horizontal strike._________________

Luke stood still until the final possible moment before bending backwards, narrowly missing the blade.
He stood straight again and faced Denora, holding the hilt at his waist with the blade pointing directly up, "not bad Denora, I thought I trained you better then that."_________________